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We Are Not Angels

The question is easy: am I the only supposed to carry on all this weight? Or should I find someone with which share it? Am I allowed? Past bad relationships keep making me think that all this weight was created just for me. Does this happen just to me? I don’t know. But I think that we all are oblied to undergo this pressure in a way it keeps us attached to the earthly world. If the weight on our shoulders was way too light, we supposedly could have more chance to run faster, jump higher, without such a burden that keeps pushing us down making our movements more complicated and difficult, and so we could be more lifted, we could jump so high that we could start flying. But that’s not allowed, to fly. In other words, it’s all planned. But I think that maybe it can be possible to share the weight with someone. It’s very difficult to find the right prisoner that will take part of the other handcuff. But if that happens, two people together would surely jump higher than me alone, even if we all cannot fly in the end. To fly is probably forbidden because if everyone could do that, there would be so many clashes in the air, and skies would become like the earthly world. That’s not permitted. Let’s leave that space only to those who really deserve it, like angels. We are not angels.



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My heart got harassed
A thousand times
From people that
Don't give me smiles

Souls wandering
From body to body
Looking for something
calm and not bloody

My limbs, my head
are heavy and tired
They stopped working,
They have retired

Alone in the abyss
I'm not scared to say
That after all this
I'll try another way

To Know Yourself

Here again I'm sitting alone in the dark, wondering about a lot of things floating through my mind. I think the last few years were not productive in a sense, but were a lot in another. I was not productive talking about my school path, or about growing and practicing some of my passions as drawing or dancing, but for sure something I'm proud of is the way I've got closer to myself. I surely still don't know myself 100% (and don't know everything else besides myself, I mean many other things existing in the world that could influence me) but I'm certain I discovered many things belonging to the real me. I understood what I want to become, or better "the way to go", I understood my potentialities, I understood what I really like (my music taste, my fashion taste and so on), and most importantly I understood I want to be more secure of myself and of what I love to do. I'm not afraid to show anything I like and no one can prevent me from doing it, not even my saddest moments can. I'm very weak on one side but also very strong and determinate on the other side.
I know a lot of people who don't express the way they really are and what they like as wished by someone else. And this is something sick I'm saddened for. I want people to truly be themselves and not be stopped by ignorance or prejudices of other people.
More than "passions and styles", I know people that really don't want to front their emotions, their real being, just because it is common to think that depression and negative feelings are related only to "mentally ill people", or because they want to convince theirselves or they want to be convinced from others that "everything's okay, you can't feel that way bc u know there r people going through worse things than u so don't be that selfish"..... 
Every emotion has his work on our being, every feeling will make us grow, and not only the good ones will. I really don't understand why when we think about emotions it comes up first to think always about the best positive ones like those "not good" should not be considered. I think every emotion is important. And sometimes the most painful ones are those that really make a change into us, that really make us THINK and to have an examination of conscience, to take decisions and lead us to know ourselves more deeply. All this talk just to say that some people may be the good scholars that teachers adore, look up to and believe in, and I'm not one of them, but for sure I did a great work on myself and so I don't think I completely have wasted my time or used it in a wrong way. I'm probably misunderstood from many people but I'm not misunderstood from myself. I dont' do anymore things I don't like just for the pleasure of others. I don't want to think or feel in a way not belonging to me for the pleasure of someone else. Those people not expressing their real themselves are the ones wasting time. Because no one will ever give them back those lost days.
I don't like fake people. More than "fake people" to me or to others, I'm talking about "fake people" that are fake to themselves. It's sad. Please, start to know yourself.




「We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot 

     remove them without removing some of our own skin.」

- AndrΓ© Berthiaume

Soul Vibration

Believe in yourself,
Treat yourself,
Speak to yourself and
Hate yourself

Hate so hard till
Your meat stops vibrating
'Cause nobody can hate you
The same intensity you loved another

If you're scared of the real world
Don't be, don't stop living
Since the most fearable thing you'll ever find
Is just yourself, and you can't escape

Repose your eyes,
Cry in the traffic of the city lights,
Listen to the recall of the clouds,
Remember the tiny things clinging to your heart



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「In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.」
- Haruki Murakami

Every time I think that I won't be lost anymore with the night
But days are not made of nights
During the light-time I won't be covered, I will be exposed
Worrying, breathing, I'm scared
People. Same faces. Same voices.
Air, sunlights, the sound of cars,
The noise of the world remembers me 
The noise I hear inside myself
I'm exposed, I'm running now
People in same clothings
Can you see their expressions
Everyone has energy, I close my eyes
Clouds are coming, the sky changes colour
Stars are watching even when we can't see them
I ask for help and
I open my eyes, it's night
Where am I?
A sense of emptiness drives me home
I don't want to go.
Escaping, running as fast as I can
I don't know where I am
Borderline, I sit on there
I close my eyes again and lying down
I breathe



If you sad,
If you dead,
Come 'n' tell,
Why you fell

If you sad,
If you dead,
Come 'n' heal,
What you feel

Do not run,
Do not disappear,
Let's have fun,
Stop have fear

Hide your gun,
Start a deal:
Let's have fun,
Let's be real
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